First Day Of West Coast Tour (8*15*08) Boise > Truckee
The Fam meets for a farewell breakfast at Goldy’s, overloading two tables and the staff. We head south towards Jordan Valley, W-Muck, Reno, and whatever else, Williams Sr. and Jr. leading the way in the Tahoe, and the rest, the fouler of us in the van. First stop was just before Caldwell to unload: they sure pride themselves on their rich cuisine at Goldy’s. Second stop was about six minutes after that when Will called to tell us we were no longer following them and were already lost, deep in a dizzying stretch of track housing. Next stop was in the Nevadan desert where I absentmindedly peed on the brand new trailer-crank-handle. We purchased a band camera for the first time in a year or so and somehow a pair of testicles crawled their way out the bottom of a pair of short-shorts and onto the new camera. It was 101* in Winnamucca and they were making highschool kids do push-ups on the blacktop. We watched the Reno lights flash, the In & Out Burger beckon us, and the moon rise over the ridges climbing up to Tahoe. After a brief survey of downtown Truckee, wherer we scoped the Bar of America where Frame Of Mind used to play, and met a pair of kickball victors with whom we shared mutual friends, we began the search for a campsite in a very popular mountain town on a friday evening. Several dead-ends later we settled into a spot on a reservoir at the edge of town and began preparing five cans of soup for six dudes over the fire and grilled cheese over a Coleman. Jeff and Bill played the blues by lantern-light, Bill on harp, and then I layed out my new $10 sleepingbag above a tarp and under the stars and full moon, and even though the bastard wouldn’t zip up, I was wholly content.
Quote of the Day: "……and then her Dad walked in."
by Jesse Shell
Tags: Bastard Sleeping Bags, Hot Push-ups, Truckee, West Coast Tour
